Avril Lavigne spits on paparazzi

Just in case you didn’t already want to punch Avril Lavigne in the face, she was caught two times in the past two nights acting like a douchebag and spitting on the paparazzi.

After celebrating her 22nd birthday at Hyde, the wannabe punk-rocker unleashed a torrent of “f*** yous” to the paparazzi and autograph seekers, even signing the pleasant greeting on some pictures. Avril and her entourage then made their way to the safety of their SUV, where she rolled the window down and loaded up a liquid projectile in her mouth. Moments later, she displayed her masterful sharpspitting skills by hitting one photographer in the face while laughing hysterically and screaming, “bitch!”

And proving that dumbassery is contagious, her husband Deryck Whibley joined in the spitting frenzy and hit a photographer in the glasses with a loogie last night at the grand opening of Area nightclub in Hollywood. Make sure you’re alone when you watch the video because I gaurantee afterwards you’ll be filled with a lust to murder. And God forbid there are any infants around, because the sound of her voice will drive you to punch them.

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If she doesn’t want the press following her around maybe she should keep her dumb ass in Canada where I’m sure nobody gives two shits about her. Why is she hanging out in Hollywood clubs if she doesn’t want to be seen? Dumb bitch.

That’s so punk and anarchist of her. I am not impressed. What would be more impressive if a celeb was actually genuine. Unlike many who are all about posing and trying to look flawless. I would love to see more celebs looking humble yet confident. That would be rebelling against the system!

That would be Dane Cook! “IT’S THE SOUND THAT MAKES ME PUNCH INFANTS!!!”

and P.S. I really want to challenge both of those shifty Canadians to a fight. I’ve met Derek and he was THE WORLD’S BIGGEST DOUCHE BAG!!! And as for Avril, if I ever hear her claiming to be punk again…I swear to God I’m going to shoot her in the face with a nail gun. That bitch didn’t even know who the Sex Pistols were.

there’s so much intensity in her “fuck you”s… I’m lost in admiration at her… 22 and saying “fuck you” with that little bitch’s deep tone… wow. for you Avril: fuck-you. why isn’t it working???? *disappointment*

You can hear her proudly tell the others in the car that she wrote “Fuck You” on her fan’s photos. Wow. The “Fuck You” is going to be on Avril when masculine hubby Deryk gets a fan impregnated during a Sum 41 fair tour. Watching life suck the spunk out of this cunt is going to be pleasant. She’s no Madonna, she can’t even get an audience with a lesser devil to sell her useless soul (not that they would want the meager thing), and her career has the longevity of a David Gest erection.

she won’t be too happy when all her little fans grow up & realize what a fake hack she is. This Canadian pig’s 15 mins are up… why in god’s name should she be pissed at the paparazzi? She should be happy someone still wants a picture of a diseased rat in prada.

they look like the dirty skanky couple in junior high school who were ALWAYS engaged in PDA, carved their names in their arms with broken glass, she’d get upset when he got his ass beat by the jocks. Class acts.

Sorry to buck the trend, but I think it’s pretty fucking hilarious that she spit on one of the photo-leeches. I don’t give a shit about Avril Lavigne, but I don’t give a shit about the paparazzi either. They’re good company and spitting on each other seems to fit their pointless existence. I’m hoping that poop throwing will soon follow. Then, maybe ritual sacrifice or a mass suicide pact.

That is an actual quote from me, to whoever was within earshot, the first time I heard the verbal bile from this little turd referred to as “Punk Rock.” You know what Punk is? Punk is drinking alcohol from unlabeled bottles in a club in the middle of the city, the club that has no sign or name on the door. Punk is telling the establishment to lick your balls, then actually whipping them out on stage. Punk is the Sex Pistols, the Revolting Cocks, Too Drunk To Fuck, The Clash, and Ebba Groin.

Punk IS NOT some 16 year-old girl from Canada that wears her dad’s ties and sings about Skating and going to the mall. Holy Crap! Every time I see a little tweenie in the mall wearing a Ramones shirt I want to yell like a crazed weasel “Take off the goddamn shirt, you haven’t earned the right to be a punk, damnit!” Thank god for mall security and lithium.